Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world can't bring me back
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce home on Marcy
All those new stop there
But a lot later than a whole of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, maybe not the last
gonna be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I honest
Can't go with me on this ride
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, to come up in the game

Had a couple of dollar signs to my
Roc a y'all
One of the
for my day to come
Just give me the

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' Bleek
Reportin' to these motherfuckers live from the
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At nine I used to hoes for Easter clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all those with twenty grams
On a up, tryin' to creep the keys
Large niggaz me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, know I do pull it
Niggaz to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my finger

You find a that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got between us
Shit is constant, why I pack the Johnson and Johnson
For the nonsense who it?

I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in streets
sundown to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll you dead"
One week of hustlin' brought a livin' room set
to Tom D's, niggaz mad, veins out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks before they out

Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch from the floor like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a long pull, bitch to breathe
That's my answer, like cancer and I'm serious

for my day to come
Just me the word